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White Privilege: A Short Story

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It was 5 o’ clock. The symposium buzzed with chatter, a few people tapped away at their phones, and the speaker prepared himself. As soon as DeFrantz took command of the microphone, the applause died down, and a cold, eerie silence swept the room. The audience sat in anticipation, the camera began rolling, and it felt as if the entire world was watching, waiting to see if the man in the center could muster enough courage to begin speaking. And speak he did. Like a magician, he brandished a light-colored orb in his hand, and with every swing and gesture, a grim deep-toned noise responded. In an instant, he began speaking, and the suffocating atmosphere was shattered by his piercing words. He declared the room a “queer-affirming, proto-feminist, …show more content…

White privilege is never having to pay reparations for exploitation, crime, or past wrongs. The music remained in a low tone, but it rapidly increased in pace, and the sound grew louder. White privilege is doing anything and everything just because you can. Talking without asking. Taking culture without asking. Doing it just because, no need for reflection. White privilege is making space for “diversity”. They would say: if others were better, we would include them. They would say: let’s make the dance community great again. At each point, the speaker inched closer to the mic, projecting his voice, and the music boomed dramatically, emphasizing and branding the speech into the audience’s minds. The very ideas of these constructed thoughts froze me in my seat, and all I could do was stare. My hand continued to drag my pencil aimlessly across the pages of my notebook, and I could hear DeFrantz speak with his commanding voice, but I could not comprehend. White privilege and dominance is infused into daily American life. Whiteness is a blind perspective. Care for others; care with others. No, you can’t have what you used to have just because you always had it. Things must change. These scrambled thoughts were littered across my notes, and before I knew it… the lecture performance was over. The music stopped. I began to understand. I felt helpless when I discovered that my very being was determined by an institution of

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